Where have all the flowers gone?      Where have all the babies gone?
Long time passing                     Hours are passing
Where have all the flowers gone?      Where have all the babies gone?
Long time ago                         Days grow long
Where have all the flowers gone?      Where have all the babies gone?
Girls have picked them everyone       Hear them crying every one
When will they ever learn?            Come back into our arms
When will they ever learn             Come back into our arms 

Where have all the young girls gone?  Where have all the young girls gone                      Bright and blooming               
Long time passing                     Bright and blooming  
Where have all the young girls gone?  Where have all the young girls gone?                         
Long time ago                         Smiling and fair                        
Where have all the young girls gone?  Where have all the young girls gone?  
Taken husbands everyone               Plucked from their gardens every one                
When will they ever learn?            Come back and dance with us           
When will they ever learn?            Come back and dance with us

Where have all the young men gone?    Where have all the young boys gone?    
Long time passing                     Tall and handsome                     
Where have all the young men gone?    Where have all the young boys gone?    
Long time ago                         Strong and tan                        
Where have all the young men gone?    Where have all the young boys gone?        
Gone for soldiers everyone            Gone to prison every one            
When will they ever learn?            How long before they're freed           
When will they ever learn?            How long before they're freed

Where have all the soldiers gone?     Where have all the parents gone?      
Long time passing                     Weeks are passing                    
Where have all the soldiers gone?     Where have all the parents gone?     
Long time ago                         Full of tears                         
Where have all the soldiers gone?     Where have all the parents gone?     
Gone to the graveyards everyone       Gone to bring their children home       
When will they ever learn?            They'll never lose their hope           
When will they ever learn?            They'll never lose their hope

Where have all the graveyards gone?   Where have all the prisons gone?  
Long time passing                     Smashed to pieces                    
Where have all the graveyards gone?   Where have all the prisons gone?  
Long time ago                         Pounded to dust                         
Where have all the graveyards gone?   Where have all the children gone?  
Covered with flowers everyone         Gone to their families every one         
When will they ever learn?            When will they ever learn?           
When will they ever learn?            When will they ever learn?


Pete Seeger                           Daniel Pociernicki                      
                                        
                                                              
            
                                                  
                   



      
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everything
       is     personal.
                  those sunflowers
                  which      began to fade
reached out to you
               for moisture
               for     care;
                  looked
                      elsewhere
when your eyes closed
when your         heart
         wouldn't
          o pen.
                    those children
                               searching for love
                               cry   ing     in the now
                                  not     in    tomorrow
                                   or even the next minute,
if you don't answer 
               they will cry elsewhere
              stop          believing in the universe
                                             whither into     fear    

             24 red roses
                re member
back to
      seedling, sprout
       budding,  blooming

                 flood
                     dark
                   secret
                     crevices
with roseate light
    pro      long
        the
        miracle
              of birth
                 blossoms
                 rosieness
                 r     eincarnation
she
smiled across the table
                     her face lit up instantly
    her white body
              became illuminated
"do you know how happy it makes me to see you here?"
  (nine rubrum lilies at the next table listened)
                           her words bounced onto a dish
ricocheted off the gnocchi
                        disappeared into his heart
   (three rubrum lilies were still budding)
their intense gleaming spirits
                             splashed into the garlic oil
    (three rubrum lilies were in full bloom) 
they became angels
                 sitting in an italian restaurant                      g)
                            on filmore street                        n
     (three rubrum lilies were fading)
dipping their spoons into vanilla and chocolate gelato            i
(nine rubrum lilies at the next table
                                 gazed at the gelato            l
                                                wafted        i
                                                   toward   e
                                                   the    c
and then there were six
    the     room    was glowing
       smiles
bouncing    from     wall to wall
             colliding       with laughter
             food magically leaping through
                                     drinks
bubbling
 upon    the pure joy of being
                  together
                  love
was rekindled            new friendships bloomed
              stories
    began             and       ended
          here        and     there
it seemed as though a song
                      wanted to sprout
                                    until
                                   suddenly they were gone
the room sighed 
          into   sleep
                     faded                into the next century
the smiling of my shadow
when    i     'm     gone
will  ec   ho       from my
           poems
         through      early
                 dawn
look into the trees
           dear ones
             and  see
all the magic you and
   i    can    be
our everchanging love
             is floating
                    high
                   a  constellation
      spread       a  cr         o   ss
                         the          sky
when you think that
                  we're       apart
                                  touch
                                   our     everlasting
                                          he    a   rt
realize we're not afar
                  just living in                a     star
we're hiding
             we've been hiding a long time
      hiding in daylight
      hearing them pass beneath us
                    a long line of noisy boots

                                   we're hiding
first it was unconscious
              n ow  i  t is on purpose
                          softly sitting between
                          long              words
hearing them flutter
  above        us
  an endless whir of long dark wings

we're hiding in the midst of everything
                         lodged within chaos
seeping from peace
shifting           within
                       anger
                              hiding and hoping
                              more light will shine
                              hiding and gradually
                                    e m e r g i n g
                              hiding  and planting
                                   seeds of hope
                                 sprouts of love
i hear footsteps from next door
           someone is walking up and down
back and forth someone is pacing
                       i  can't tell what the footsteps are saying
they are full of emotion
more footsteps as i tune my listening
                               two houses away
they're louder, that doesn't make sense
my hearing becomes more attuned, i can hear all the way up the street
                                         as far as holly park
the footsteps are similarly different
i don't know if they are speaking to each other
                                   or      to everyone
perhaps if i return at 2 am quiet
i'll be able to hear footstep whispers telling stories
speaking rhythms    there is magic     ancient secrets
twelve red, ruby roses
                are  changing
                       along, slender stocks
green leaves are 
            fading
                 crumpled leaves
                 ar    e   falling
                    up   on       the table
no regrets
      no sighs
            no remorse
                          only  air
                          only water
                          only
                                           now

 

wisps of poems
             circle around my brain
                     nothing settles
snatches of color
            enter the shining of words
i long for the special closeness of my father's spirit
                gentle counseling found in a silent look
what would 'pappy'do with poem pieces?
he would gaze at them like  dark, red roses
                     trim   fading leaves
    shape tender petals
                     look upon them with flower love
what would 'my dad' do with poem phrases?
he would instinctively touch them
                like ripening beefsteak tomatoes
remove unnecessary    insects
                          wait until the right moment
what would 'my father' do with aching hearts
he would water and fertilize them
                        lullaby them under the waning moon
                                     knowing they're eternal treasures
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